| In the deepest, in the dark
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| In the colour of the fox’s bark
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| I see my hand in folded glory
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| Painted picture of an untold story
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| In the thickets, in the fence
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| In the marching of a thousand men
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| Faintest whisper, a lovers' yearning
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| The land’ll tell you that the story’s burning
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| I saw light, she had death in her lands
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| I saw the ring on my mother’s hands
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| Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, oh
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| Gloria, oh
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| I’ll be the earth, I’ll be the sky
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| You be the mystery and don’t tell me why
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| Cut through disaster, cut through the pines
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| I indicate you, I see the signs
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| This streelight’s charging, I’m coursing through
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| I’m every sunrise, I’m the morning dew
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| Strangers bend to help me, strangers stretch and guide me
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| Some that carry omens wandered right beside me
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| I saw light, she had death in her lands
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| I saw the ring on my mother’s hands
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| Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, oh
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| Gloria, oh |